The Oddity
She spoke like we had known each other for 3000 years. And only then did I notice how beautiful she was. I know this is a common trope, but I have to use it here — If you have ever seen the face of a Botticelli angel, then you have an idea of what her face was like. She was runway model tall and thin and moved elegantly in a stoner way and had this smile that made me melt — the kind of smile you would give to a friend you have known for 3000 years. And from that moment we were friends.
Chapter 7 of EJ Spode‘s novel The Oddity.
Slippage
Slippage is always silver. Slippage is silver while static is an insufferable red. Static tastes like vinegar. I turn off my phone, I taste an absence of red.
By Miriam Karraker.
The Resistible Rise of Donald Trump
Like a human stingray, Trump stuns with insults and diverting hand gestures–but what shocks people is that Trump’s election victory, and the Brexit vote, are baskets of unexplainables; shocking events in a world of shocking events, generating fear and defying normal explanation. We see ourselves and our world reflected in a shocking mirror; afraid of what we’ve become, and what we’re becoming. So explaining Trump is our dilemma, one which leads us reconsider the past, and past shocks to established order; because the rise of Donald Trump mirrors the rebirth of obscure intellectual Herbert Spencer (1820–1903), who had some shocking ideas of his own.
Paul Walsh on the rise of Donald Trump, Spencer and misarchism